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“Fuck,” he barks, tucking his face into my neck once more and sucking on the patch of skin beneath my ear until I have no doubt I’ll be wearing the mark for days.
Releasing my throat, his hands skim up my thighs, taking my dress with them before he lifts me from the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Fuck, Hellion. You dressed so pretty for me tonight,” he growls in my ear, making all kinds of insane things happen just south of my waist.
“The only person I dress for is me.”
“Hellion,” he warns as his fingers find the switchblade that’s tucked into my garter.
He pulls it free and holds the pink knife between us, flicking the blade out.
“Huh,” he murmurs, twisting it around and taking it in. “For a second there I thought you had a piece of me strapped to your body all night.”
“Why the hell would I want that?”
His eyes remain locked on the sharp point of the blade as he moves it forward and presses the flat against my bottom lip.
“Tell me, Hellion. Did you have intentions of stabbing someone tonight, or were you really hoping I’d use it on you?”
My eyes narrow. “I can assure you, I had zero intentions of seeing you tonight.”
“Yet here we are.”
“Yeah, tonight’s been full of all kinds of surprises.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, confirming what I already knew. He knows a lot more than he’s telling me.
“It sure has.” The knife lowers over my chin and begins a journey down my neck, the point scratching my skin but not enough to draw blood.
My heart races and my chest heaves as he continues, but I try to keep as still as possible—one wrong move and that knife is slicing right through my skin.
His touch is almost delicate as he circles my breast, his eyes watching the movement of the knife as if he’s utterly mesmerized by the red mark it leaves behind—until he presses a little harder and the blade easily slices my skin right beside my nipple.
“Whoops,” he says insincerely before leaning forward and licking at the small pool of blood that rushes to the surface.
When he pulls back, he’s got a tiny bit of red on his lip. It makes him look even more dangerous than he usually does, and it doesn’t have the effect on me that it should because a fresh wave of heat surges to my core.
The sound of the deep bass from outside of this room dissipates. The only thing I can hear is our heaving breaths as we stare at each other, daring each other, hating each other.
Flicking my knife closed, he pockets it before turning his attention back to me, wrapping his fingers around the sides of my panties and tugging until they fall away from my body.
Balling them up, they disappear in the same place as my knife.
“You can’t just—Fuck,” I cry, forgetting what I was saying when his fingers find my soaked pussy.
“Oh, Hellion. Look how much you hate me,” he murmurs, attacking my neck once more.
He spears two fingers deep inside me, making me moan as he bends them just so.
“Oh God. Yes. Fuck.”
This is what I needed that night when he left me without a second look.
My fingers grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging through the fabric of his shirt as he continues to rub at me.
“Seb, fuck,” I cry, my back arching as he bites my neck hard enough to pierce the skin. “Fuck. Fuck. NO,” I bark when he suddenly pulls out of me right before I fall. “I fucking hate you,” I scream, but I soon change my mind when he lifts me a little and shoves his pants down over his ass, releasing his cock.
“You still on birth control?” he growls.
